Blow away the dust and unravel the tomes

Was just reading some old chatlogs. It's funny, I actually got really emotional.

There was this nolstagic, bittersweet sensation that totally caught me unawares. It's not those warm fuzzy feeling you get when you see an old photograph of yourself waving happily to the oldfashioned film camera, but rather some kind of bittersweet feel that refuses to go away. Maybe bitter cause we realize things will never ever be the same, but sweet because we know that we've had the happy times and that's all that matters?